Onto today's steaming slab of ultra-violent pulp. In today's joint from LEGS, private eye Carrie Love and homicide dick Bernie Keko fall in the clutches of demented snuff filmmaker Klaus Speer and his trusty sidekick, Felina Bella Donna, the 'dominatrix to the stars.'
INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - LIVING ROOM - DUSK
Klaus and Keko sit across from each other sipping wine.
Laura Lang, yes, I used her in a music video.
The Genitorturers, I think.
No. It was Die Cheerleader. "Splatter."
That was a good one.
Can you remember when you last saw her?
Last I heard she went back to London.
She had a little problem getting off the horsie.
Keko is puzzled. Klaus pantomimes shooting a syringe.
Felina arrives with Carrie. Arms around her prize.
Klaus, darling, look what I found.
(licks Carrie’s neck)
Mmmm, kibbles and bits, kibbles and bits.
Carrie, what the fuck is going on?
Bernie -- I, ah --
It would appear that she's stumbled
into the arms of one the villains.
Felina cackles. Keko reaches for his gun.
OFFICER! Put your HANDS IN THE AIR!
You're UNDER ARREST!
brandishes a pair of Uzis. Jorel, a steadicam.
C'mon, motherfucker. Gimmee a reason.
Keko raises his hands.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
What is this, Halloween?
(SNAPS handcuffs on Carrie)
I've got the broad.
Gentlemen, I'm so glad you could join us.
I always get so excited
on the first day of principal photography.
We know all about your little home movies, Speer.
Back up is on the way. You’ll never get away with this.
Mr. Samms, show him what the director thinks of TALENT.
Samms FIRES a round into Keko's thigh, BANG.
Keko falls to the floor. YELPS in pain.
Presses his hands on the wound.
You fucking SHOT me!
Get his weapon. And the one in his boot.
Samms takes the guns. Jorel comes in for a tight shot.
And how is your sex object?
Felina reaches in Carrie's jacket. Grabs her Glock.
And completely disarming.